Holidays...

Monday morning I went into work with the plans to organize and clean up the office, a job that I always want to do but never find the time or energy to do. After a few hours of cleaning I got a call from the guy who is helping me get all my proper paperwork for living and working in Haiti. He had a bit of time and wanted to go downtown with me to get my picture taken for my Haitian drivers license. I said no problem and downtown we went. When we arrived at the office they wouldn't let me enter. I was quiet confused so I asked what the problem was. Apparently I wasn't dressed appropriately and would have to return the next day with more appropriate clothing! I know that Haitians are quite particular about what you wear and it is quite specific to where you are going. So I asked what would be appropriate clothing for such an occasion as getting your picture taken for your driver's license. Since we were taking a motorcyle (my car is back in the shop again) I said that it would be difficult for me to wear a dress or skirt. It turns out that as long as I was wearing a skirt or pants and a shirt that covered my shoulders I was okay. So back I went the next day with jeans and a t-shirt, the best part is that in the picture you can only see my face:)

At school we have a carport (basically a concrete overhang) that Randy is convinced is unsafe and needs to come down ASAP. On Monday before I left the school Randy was showing some guys our carport and getting an estimate for how much it would cost to tear it down. When I returned 2 hours later I saw the carport in many pieces on the ground. I was amazed at how fast it came down. The guys who live at the school and Randy were standing around staring at it. I asked what happened and they told me that they stood on top of it and jumped up and down at the same time and it collapsed. I didn't believe it! There's no way it was that unstable. But they kept on insisting and since I didn't see anyone else around I started to fall for this story. Then the truth finally came out. A huge bulldozer had come by in the time that I was gone and knocked the whole thing down with only a few hits. A short while later the same machine came back and cleaned up the mess. What a powerful machine! In only a few hours the entire yard looked different. Now starts the fun of putting down a new concrete floor.